Sometimes when I send it to my boss, that’s what it means.

I’m not going to engage with you on the topic of a women’s right to choose, or the meaning of bodily autonomy. On the off chance you’re not a troll, good luck with your research on this very well documented political debate.

It’s not about the development of the fetus, it’s about the woman’s autonomy. So long as it’s still inside her, her right to choose takes priority over its right to live, full stop.

Clever

It reminds me of that Trump movie that came out recently. 80s Trump was exactly the kind of guy that Patrick Bateman is a parody of.

It comforts me to know I can buy a key for my TSA-Approved lock if I forget the combination.

I’d like Tarantino’s take on Suffragette. Same cast.

Open the blackout curtains so the bedroom isn’t dark all day. They’re only closed while I sleep (or try to sleep, they typed whilst lying in bed in front of closed blackout curtains).

The cleanest breath you’ll ever take

I really needed to be left alone after school because I am deeply introverted, and spending eight hours with all those people was so draining, even though I usually managed to not actually talk to anyone most days.

It wasn’t that I didn’t like my parents. I didn’t have any battery left and I didn’t know how to communicate that.

I didn’t know there was a museum of modern history in Manhattan, it sounds like a place I’d like to visit. Can you drop a link to its website? Unless you mean the museum of natural history? Or the museum of modern art?

Leaving the box and the empty wrapper? Definitely a statement. Malicious af.

Fucking soulless vultures. I’m sorry for your loss.

fuck the patriarchy for not believing in Tarot.

Lol what?